Everyone is sad. True happiness does not exist. Sure, you can feel happy for perhaps a moment in time, but everyone has an inner demon inside who eats them up inside at night.

The quiet ones are the worst. The ones who don't go around cutting themselves or flaunting it or whatever. The quiet ones, the ones who pretend, the happiest looking people, the ones who look like their having the time of their lives. Those are the worst. They have to pretend like everything is find, keep up this façade of a perfectly happy person.

See, the ones who cut, that's just how they release their problems. At least they have an outlet. The happy ones? They keep it inside. They keep their emotions bottled up inside for themselves to pour out at night. They're the ones slowly dying inside. And no one knows about it, so they can't help. You can't help what you don't know.